You speak of battles, you speak of attack,
May I remind you of the Demons of the Cataract?
Kunkka's fleet attempted to resist,
The people of the Trembling Isle we will not miss.

Is this the end that you seek?
Has the Violet Plateu Incident left your mind weak?
The only way to survive is to submit to his reach,
Else you find yourself washed up on a beach.

There need not be blight, there is hope for respite,
Long the deep has seen peace, removed from the light.
It is the surface and land that one must fear,
For war rages and it is money people hold dear!

All driven by greed, your science and thought,
Your loyalties lie with those who bought!
Unless you give up this farce, your soul I cannot save,
Sadly I will hang a coral wreath on your grave.

Before Lamar was once my name,
A simple crustacean desiring heads to maim.
I lived in your workshop, watched your science unfold,
Which was used to carve out my beak while I was not a year old!

Then I saw a chance, and made my escape,
And found Maelrawn waiting, all for my sake!
Look at me now, a hunter of tides!
A kraken of which the Abyssal God confides!

He desires only peace but to do so,
We must join in worship to rid our woe.
United we will be under the tentacles of he,
A better world awaits, why can you not see?

Follow the spirals down into Maelrawn's warm, loving, forgiving embrace,
We await you here, just give up tinkering and the science you chase…

Pitiful mortals, embrace the reality,
For only Atropos holds immortality!
Nightmares will be wrought upon you -
All will worship the one god true!

The dreams of scientists will crumble,
All shall bow down or tremble!
And Maelrawn, that fool
Can't you realize you're just it's tool?
That god is a lie, surely you must understand,
It'll kill you right where you stand!
War is the only thing the sea god wants,
Atropos listened for ages to it's taunts!

But not all is lost, Bane is the way
Join us here, and leave Maelrawn's sway.
Come to us and you will live
Leave the sea god, and Atropos will forgive.

While all the tinkers, you must repent!
You must give up your foul intent!

P.S.

Garral is a fool - a wretch, a thief and a whelp!
Atropos is everything and soon Garral will plead for help!